cooking up some questions......
is mid-july still the middle of summer or is it already late summer?
which bug would make the best steed?
how would you describe your interior decorating style?
watermelon or mango?
what are some recent small joys in your life?
what's your song of the summer?
i hope you're having a beautiful day!!!!
Hii lovely!!❤ So happy to get news from you! I love these random questions they totally made my day! Are you excited for August starting tomorrow? 😊
1. Yeah absolutely! I feel like the beginning September is when summer properly ends, with everyone going back to school/classes/work, and the weather getting less warm (usually!)
2. I love your mind haha! I feel like I'd love to befriend a kind butterfly or maybe a unique moth🦋 a caterpillar would probably be cute but i want my steed to be able to fly ^^ ooh or maybe a bumblebee, they'd be loyal and they could do a little dance to communicate with me <3
3. Home-y? I hope so anyway❤ i try to invest in tons of plants and rugs and blankets, my apartment oftens smells of cinammon and tea, i aspire for my place to feel like the home of a Hobbit xD, if i had more space i'd probably try to create a real library with nooks to sit on and tons of books. As for proper decorations, i like having pictures of my loved ones/happy memories on my walls, i also have watercolours done by my sister that i absolutely love! I don't have a proper organisation or theme, I just try to follow my instincts tbh
4. Ooh hard question! I haven't had real mango, usually they are so dehydrated by the time they get here that they don't taste like they should, so I'd probably choose watermelon simply because it has more flavour here
5. Here's a few small joys, in no particular order : I decided to play the guitar again! I'm just doing it for fun, nothing special, but it's still nice! Because I was out in the sun in the last few days, I have more freckles rn <3 Yesterday I saw a father comfort his little girl in the hospital and it was so sweet to see the way they interacted together. Oh and my sister and I just started our own "reading club", I'm excited to be able to share my thoughts as I read :)
6. My song of the summer? Only one?🥺 I've been listening to "Bashed out" by this is the kit a lot, one of my friends suggested it to me & I love how soft and sweet the melody is
I've also been listening to "Absolute beginners" by David Bowie a lot <3 oh and Gracie Abrams's new album is great!
I hope it's ok that I rambled a lot in these, I just had so much fun answering them!!🥰
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miguel accidentally overstimulating himself not realizing that his breeding kink kicked in 🤲🧎♀️
overstimulation with miguel o’hara ❤︎
— a/n: oh my
warnings ゚𐦍༘⋆: some vulgar language, mentions of having kids during sex
“Mi—Miguel,” you gasp out, wrapping your arms around his neck as he fucks you into the mattress, “‘s—‘s too much? Ah—are you oh—okay?”
You shudder in unison as he pumps another load of his cum into your drenched pussy.
“I’m fi—fine,” he stutters as his dick twitches. It hurts—he’s sensitive—but it’s not enough. He hasn’t given you enough.
A broken mewl escapes you as your head hits the headboard, Miguel tightens his grip around your waist to keep you from slipping off his cock as his hips stutter through his thrusts.
His visions blurs as you clench around his dick—he was surprised he was still able to move.
He chokes when your pussy flutters—the way you clamp down on his dick makes his body go slack and his eyes roll back.
You’re both covered in sweat, and cum, and saliva. You feel hot, the silk bedsheets Miguel bought does nothing to cool you down, and your head is spinning. Your heart pounds in your chest as your body tenses—you were about to cum again, and your pussy wanted to cry.
“Miguel,” you whimper, “‘m close, Miguel, ‘m close,” you whine. His dick deliciously rubs against your walls as he sticks his thumb into your mouth—your head hits the headboard.
“I know mami—me too.” Your head hits the headboard again, “Gotta fill you up again, don’t you want that? Gonna make you feel good, I promise mami, I promise.”
“Mig—“ he pushes his thumb down on your tongue.
“‘m gonna make you feel so good, mami,” he starts to babble, “Gonna feel so good.”
Somehow every movement he made was even more intense, you could feel every vein, every twitch, every—everything. He became more precise, every thrust ended with him hitting your g—spot, you were never sure if that was going to be the moment you came.
“Miguel—,” you babble, sucking his thumb. “‘m gonna cum, right there Miguel, I’m gonna—“
His thrusts became erratic, the feeling of your warm pussy engrains itself in his memory.
He’d definitely be going back to this memory.
“Wait for me mami, I’m almost there too,” he grabs one of your hands, bringing it close to his mouth, and he presses his lips against your wrist. “Gonna make you a mother, yeah?”
You bite his thumb.
He presses a hand against your stomach as the bed creaks, “Make me a father?”
His hips stutter as you moan around his thumb.
You avoid eye contact as he leans over you, the pure devotion in his eyes makes you feel tingles in your stomach—and make you feel even more of that in your pussy.
“Look at me when you come mami, pl—please. Need you too.”
You didn’t expect it to happen that quickly when you looked at him.
Miguel looks down at you with lust blown eyes, his hair drops down from his face, and his mouth hangs open—the hand holding your wrist shaking. He slowly thrusts into you as he came inside you—your own cum mixed with his leaking around his dick.
His chest goes up and down as he heavily breathes—fuck was he beautiful as always.
He dips his head pressing a quick sloppy kiss onto your lips, “You’re leaking.”
You laugh, “It’s your fault.”
You expect him to laugh, to take it as a joke and then pick you up to go take a relaxing bath and cuddle for the rest of night—but he doesn’t.
“Oh,” he purrs, “Well, I should fix my mistake, shouldn’t I?”
He drops your wrist and focuses on your left boob, he pinches your nipple—you moan softly.
You wince in unison when he starts to move his hips again, his free hand trailing down to your waist from your stomach, “Ha—have to make sure none of my cum goes to waste, right mami? Can’t risk you not getting pregnant.”
Tears weld in his eyes, your pussy hurts as you pulse around him. He lets out a weak breath, “You want me to cum in you again, right?”
Your head hits the headboard once more as he thrusts get stronger.
It hurts, you’re too sensitive, and you’re positive he is too—yet he’s right. You do want that, you want him.
With a broken, hoarse voice, you say “Yes.”
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